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Thursday, 24 January 2013

Blue Coat

The Story of my Life Part V

There are icy paths between youAnd eyes set on the horizonI feel sorry for my feet sometimesThey never know whether to listen toMy heart and my mind in conflictSwapping sides, thinking, feelingKnowing pales to believing

I cannot grip these slippery thoughtsI stare at these feet wondering whyThe distance does not decreaseYou are still some blue blur mixingWith the sky tonight, I pray
For rain becauseYou are gone

How typical is this of you to beJust between these fingersBut you are no metaphor locked betweenThese stanzas don't do justice to how realEverything becomesOver timeI will slip again and again
The snow will melt and so will ILittle pools of prayer, of sadness at your feetThen maybe you will see Everything that I have seen